into the vastness of wind–swept souls, particledlike the bark of mountains

that shelter a mummified mother,waiting for the tired footstepsof her natural daughter.

Here, my prayers are undressedof words, leaving only the eternalrhythm of atoms.

Adina Cassal, as a child, lived in six countries and three languages as a child. She now lives in the Washington DC area, where she works providing human services to people she deeply respects. She has been published in The Commonline Journal, Alimentum, Spank the Carp, and 3 Elements Literary Review.